“So you’ve just finished touring with One Direction?” I was already in the interview and I decided to wear this: polyvore.com/natasha/set?id=111538191

“Yep.” I replied without any effort to my hide my excitement.

“I know lots of fans have been asking, what’s it like sharing a bus with them?”

“Um…” I pondered. “Probably like you expect, Niall’s very messy, Liam looks after the place.”

“Does Zayn ally have a lot of hair products?” Fearne asked. I couldn’t help but laugh at her statement. “When they came in for an interview a couple moths back he denied all claims.”

“Let’ just say he has more hair products than me.” I joked.

“So what did you guys get up to on the bus?”

“We mainly played video games or just slept a lot, we didn’t spend much time in there, only traveling around from venue to venue.”

“Do any of the boys snore?” She grinned, taking a sip of her coffee form Starbucks.

“Not heavy snoring but some do, I’m not sure who though.”


“So you didn’t peak in their bunks while they were sleeping or anything?” She asked, as I was supposed to have done.

“Uh, no.” I replied starting to feel uneasy.

“So is it true you weren’t a fan of them before tour?”

“Correct, no I wasn’t.”

“Do you listen to their music now?” I felt like I was being interrogated in those CSI shows rather than interviews, I bit my lip as I racked my bran for an answer.

“For a whole six weeks I listened to them almost every night so yeah, I really do.” I responded honestly.

“So you’re CD has just come out, Forgotten Memories.”

“Yeah.”

“Did you name it?”

“No, funny story it was actually a present form my-” I cut myself off before finishing, I couldn’t broadcast live on air that I had a boyfriend

“From who?” She quizzed after the pause of silence.

“From my friend.” I hastily replied, avoiding eye contact.

“Friends?”

“Yeah.” I agreed, not wanting to indulge into any deeper.

“Do those friends happen to be One Direction?”


“You caught me!” I joked. “Yeah, it was form them and I really appreciate it, without tem I’d be nowhere.” I smiled.

“Was it for anything in particular?”

“No, just a surprise.”

“They just have you it as a surprise?” She asked.

“Yeah.”


“So it was form all five of them?”


“Yes.” I sighed, getting tired of talking about it.

“What’s it like being an opening act for the hottest boy band in Britain at the moment.” She questioned, finally asking something different.

“Probably the most amazing experience of my life, literally indescribable.”

“How long were your sets?”

“It depends on the venue but they were generally forty minutes long.”

“Yeah, there were no other opening acts were the?”


“Nope, just me.”

“How were you chosen to go on tour, was it like X Factor where you have to go through different auditions?”


“Ha, actually no. I had one interview sort of thing and everything went form there.”

“You’re pretty well known within One Direction fans.”

“I guess, but that’s just a small minority of people.”

“It depends on how many people you count as fans, because personally I think there’s a large majority of people who are fans. Anyway, any weird stories about he boys? Do they have weird habits?”

“I don’t think any of them necessarily have weird habits, I mean Niall takes a packet of chips to bed instead of a teddy but that’s about it.”


“You must have some juicy gossip about them.” She begged.

“No, I really don’t.” I replied.

“Sorry One Direction fans, it seems Natasha’s not giving anything away.” She spoke into the microphone.

“Sorry, these lips are sealed.” I chuckled.

“Maybe next time.”


“Maybe.” I repeated, although I doubt there would be a next time.

“So this is Natasha, been recently touring with One Direction, bit hit with the fans, her CD `Forgotten Memories´ is on iTunes and in stores now. She’s about to play her cover track of choice and an original. Take it away.”

“Thanks.” I responded before taking a position in front of the microphone and picked up my guitar, which over the time I had named Gale, I was reading The Hunger Games at the time.

*

“Hey.” A familiar pair of lips met mine briefly.

“Hey.”


“How was it?” Louis asked, following me into the music room where I rested my guitar back in its stand.

“Well…not what I was expecting.” I admitted, leaning up against the wall.

“What do you mean?”

“I didn’t feel like it was an interview for me.”

“How come?” He questioned, slowly making his way over.

“It just felt like I was there to be interviewed about you, rather than me”

“You sound completely reasonable.”

“Really?” I asked, raising my head to meet his eyes.

“Yeah, we were listening on the radio.”

“Oh.”

“You did great for a first interview.”

“I did?”

“Yeah, although you almost blew us out of the water.” He chuckled.

“I know, oops.” I laughed, biting down on my lip.

“Niall wasn’t exactly the happiest bunny when you mentioned him sharing a bed with a packet of chips.”

“It was the first thing that came into my head.” I defended.

“He’s over it now anyway, nothing a takeaway from Nando’s can’t fix.”

“He’s like the little brother I never had.

“Anyway, I know what you mean by the interview.”

“You do?”

“Yeah, half of the questions were about us but that’s because we gave you your platform to stand on.”


“And I’m ever so grateful for that.”

“Now people will know who you are they’ll start asking about and not who you toured with and if we happed to snore.” We both couldn’t contain out laughter.

“You think?” I managed to ask without bursting out in laughter.

“I know.” He grinned before his lips attached to mine. His tongue soon found its way to my bottom lip, grazing against it, demanding entry. Eventually his tongue slides through my lips, I feel more connected to him. When we pull away we’re both panting for breath, our forehead connected once again as our eyes met each other’s. “Hungry?” He asked causing me to grin.

“I guess I am.” I grinned as my stomach rumble right on cue.

*

“What’cha watching?” I asked sinking into the couch as me and Louis joined Zayn, Niall, and Liam in the living room.

“South Park.” Niall replied, his eyes not moving away form the TV.

“I didn’t know you guys watched South Park.”

“There’s nothing else on.” Liam responded.

“We’re waiting for Harry.” Zayn spoke.

“Why?”

“He said he was bringing home this mysterious person to meet u all.”

“Oh yeah, when’s he coming home?” I asked but the reply wasn’t a voice it was the sound of a key turning in the lock. Immediately there were 5 boys and me standing in front of the door waiting for Harry’s appearance.

“Hey.” Harry hastily spoke.

“Hey.” A muffled range of voices replied.

“I’d like you to meet my girlfriend.” He chuckled although his nerves were prominent in his laughter. My eyes grew wide at the sight in front of me, I had to be seeing things. I looked at the other boys; Louis face showed disbelief, just like mine. The other’s looked confused. No one spoke for a while.

“JENNA IS YOUR GIRLFRIEND?!”

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